Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

Chapter 304 Legion

"Poor people! What a bunch of fucking poor people!"

Brooklyn is a naked slum. Apart from a pistol, the people here can be said to be in abject poverty.

Johnny originally thought he could rob some money, but after visiting several houses, the money he robbed was not even worth the bullets he used.

In the end, he ran out of Brooklyn to raise enough funds to return to the sewers.

There is no doubt that Johnny is a very smart person.

Not long after, he saw the man from last time, slapped his arm on the table, and then said straight to the point: "I want to buy a prosthetic leg, a new prosthetic leg."

"No problem." The man counted the value of the banknotes and other things Johnny had discharged, and said with a normal expression: "Based on the discount, the total is nineteen thousand US dollars. Which prosthesis do you want?"

Johnny was silent for a moment, then raised his right hand that had been broken: "Install the hook prosthetic leg for me, and replenish the rest with special bullets for the gun finger. Move quickly."

"Of course, we always move very quickly."

The man smiled slightly, and after a few operations, he pulled out a black and gold box with Johnny's expectant eyes, opened it, and found a right hand prosthetic lying quietly inside: "Please follow me."

Although Armament Technology has been jointly acquired by the arms group, they have not had the manpower to accept it at all. The reason is very simple. It is a shell company, and all prosthetic limbs sold under the name of Armament Technology are not the actions of Armament Technology itself.

Therefore, during the period of Killing Day, Johnny was still served by the original team.

The man's movements were as crisp and neat as ever. Dozens of minutes later, Johnny, who had completed the reconstruction of his right hand prosthesis, walked into the training room again.

The previous experience of almost being assassinated made Johnny realize the importance of combat experience, and he chose to spend some more time getting familiar with his new prosthetic limb.

The whole adaptation process took a lot of time. When he walked out of the training room again, dozens of special bullets were packed into several magazines and placed in front of him: "The bullets you want. I wish you a happy killing day."

"The same to you."

Johnny nodded and left the sewer with brisk steps.

With two prosthetic limbs, he is now full of confidence and just wants to show off his skills as soon as possible.

Standing in the shadow of the street, Johnny looked around. Hearing the faint sounds of smashing and gunfire in the distance, he knew that the ground was not safe. He searched around with his eyes and raised his right hand.

With a whoosh, the palm of his prosthetic limb suddenly split open, and a hook shot through the air, nailing it firmly to the high concrete wall.

The rope contracted, and his body was pulled directly into the air. With a slight grasp of his wrist and a push, he flipped and stood directly on the platform.

Overlooking the city where flames and smoke had risen, Johnny had a vague illusion that he was like a killer in the night, and the thugs who were burning, killing and looting below were his prey.

However, maybe he can practice with a group of guys who don't know how to live or die first?

Killing Legion.

A legion composed entirely of teenagers. They do not participate in any ordinary gang activities, but just gather from different places on the day of killing, select their prey, and then execute bloody executions with guns and knives in their hands.

And the sweep of 'justice'.

It is worth mentioning that in most cases, the skin color of the pigs they select to be raided is usually black. The darker the color, the more likely they are to target them.

They have done similar things many times, but something unexpected happened this time.

The chosen pig was unexpectedly strong. He killed a man and even hid in James Sandin's seemingly fortified villa.

Frank, the leader of the legion, was not satisfied with this, but it didn't matter. He prepared some gadgets specifically to deal with such heavily guarded houses.

Inside the villa, James and his family faced the most direct life threat from the Legion. However, the Legion members who were enjoying themselves outside did not know that they were not the ultimate hunters, but really difficult guys.

, has already set its sights on them.

In the back garden, two women wearing white one-piece pajamas held machetes in their hands and trotted leisurely on the grass humming a brisk tune, seemingly not caring whether there were other killers in the dark.

There are more than a dozen people in the legion, and they feel that no one else around here dares to challenge or attack them, but unfortunately, Johnny is not from this area.

Whoosh!

The sharp claws broke through the air instantly, and before the two women in the back garden could react, they easily pierced the throat of one of them.

Johnny moved his hand to retract the hook, and then raised his left hand to the other without hesitation: "Bang!"

After a gunshot that was not loud, the woman who was still screaming had a bloody hole between her eyebrows. She fell to the ground with a blank look in her eyes, completely dead.

"What the hell?" The sound of gunshots attracted Frank's attention. He turned to look at the back garden, his eyes full of disbelief: "Someone is shooting at us?! Go and kill them!"

The Legion left in a mighty manner, and James, who watched this scene through the surveillance camera in the villa, also had solemn eyes.

The Youth Killing Legion is a well-known Killing Day organization nearby. They have been around for a long time. In his opinion, whoever dares to take action against the Legion must not be a simple character.

Nine times out of ten, it is other killers. After all, there are no law enforcers on killing days. This is a well-known fact.

Johnny knew that the sound of gunshots would attract other people, so after finishing off the two people, he left his previous position without hesitation and hid in the dark with the submachine gun he brought along the way.

Then, a one-sided killing began.

In the face of automated weapons, numbers are meaningless.

Amidst the dense clicking sounds, dozens of bullets were poured out in just a few seconds.

The prosthetic limbs modified by his hands greatly enhanced Johnny's ability to control firearms, and directly led to a huge improvement in his marksmanship.

After a round of bullets, two-thirds of the members of the Young Killing Legion fell instantly. Suddenly, the ground was covered with blood from the corpses.

"Damn it! Damn it!" The scene in front of him made Frank dizzy: "Kill him! I must kill him!"

boom!

A gunshot as loud as a sniper rifle suddenly erupted, and the next moment, in the frightened eyes of the other legion members, Frank's head exploded.

(End of chapter)